Preface
From the Shire Highlands of Malawi, across the foothills of the Himalayas, to hidden gardens of the Wuyi Shan, China, I make my way across the world, hunting for the most extraordinary tea, the leaves of Camellia sinensis. Beyond tea, I seek out rare herbs and flowers, from the pale Marcona almond blossom in Spain to rust-red rooibos of the semi-arid deserts of the South African Cederberg. I never stop searching. In 2004 I started a small, independent tea business based in London, Rare Tea Company, to share my discoveries. Over the years I’ve fallen in love so many times, with so many teas. I’m fickle but resolutely loyal. I never un-love. I’m not sure how that’s done. Once I have given my heart to something, or someone, I can’t undo it, so I keep going back, and ever onwards. When I’m not visiting farmers and gardens, my travels take me to my customers. This has led me to some of the best restaurants, past smooth tablecloths and the cool of dining rooms, into the heat and clamour of the kitchens, and to the most fascinating chefs in the world. Tea has introduced me to builders, tattoo artists, teachers, actors, athletes, perfumers, hoteliers, sommeliers, baristas, fishermen, pilots and bartenders. They have become friends and collaborators. My life has infused — xiv — become consumed by the finding and blending and sharing of the most delicious things I can find to infuse. Rather aptly, it’s got me into a fair amount of hot water along the way. This is the story of my adventures in tea. I hope to seduce you, a little, into a love of loose leaves. It’s a highly personal, partisan account rather than an objective treatise on tea in general. It’s my story of tea, not the story of tea. I want to tell you about the really good stuff that fuels me, and the places it takes me. There is so much I long to share, you could think of this book as an unburdening of my loves. It might sound intimidating to venture off completely alone in an unknown country, not speaking a word of the language. But after the initial testing of your newborn giraffe legs, it can be the opposite. It’s complete freedom. No one knows you. You know nothing. Nothing is expected of you. Anything could happen. I have made a life for myself that necessitates embarking on adventures. I can’t be sure if this desire catalysed my tea love, but it certainly enables it. The question I’m most often asked is how it happened, how I became the Tea Lady. People really do call me that: it’s what I do and who I am. I’ve been pursuing tea for so long now, I have almost forgotten any other life or where the Tea Lady starts and I stop. There is still so much more out there to learn and discover. I’ve just begun, though time spools behind me, untidily. Turning a corner in my mind, it’s often a shock to find how deeply I’ve ventured in, the path I’ve taken lost in a tangle of leaves. Before tea I was working for a large multinational corporation, producing financial documentation. I know – it sounds fascinating, doesn’t it? Shareholder reports, IPO prospectuses and merger agreements aren’t great topics for conversations over dinner. I had plans to do something else, something I could be proud of, maybe start a tea company, but later. Then my father got cancer. He was sixty-five; he had plans. preface — xv — He died within three months of being diagnosed. I returned home to London from a life in New York and spent my time in the hospital with him, often curled up on the end of his bed. I laid my head down and he stroked my hair. The cancer spread rapidly to his brain. We reversed roles and I sat beside his bed and stroked his hair. It snowed big, fluffy, cinematic flakes over the Royal Marsden Hospital the afternoon he took his last, rasping breath. I decided not to go back to corporate life, not to delay any longer before plunging into the world of tea. When I got cancer myself, two years later, just as I was starting Rare Tea Company, it certainly disabused me of the notion that I had time to waste. I had gleaned a great deal from my years in the corporate world. My job had taken me across the world. I knew how to get things done, and the kind of business I didn’t want to be in. I didn’t subscribe to cronyism, old boys’ clubs or the tacit understanding that ethics come second to share value. I wanted to get involved in something that actually meant something to people’s lives. I couldn’t just sit passively in the dress circle any longer, looking down at the action on the stage. I set out to work directly with farmers, to travel to their homes, to understand their lives, to support them where I could; to move from grey corridors and windowless rooms full of paper to a vivid life of twisting mountain roads, emerald green gardens and cerulean skies. Conventional wisdom would have had me buy tea from a broker, stick it in a teabag, get some nice packaging and focus on the PR and marketing. But where would have been the adventure in that? I had fallen for a lovely leaf, not any old bag. Finding the best farms myself, and working on a direct-trade model, pitched me into the complexities of global shipping without the support of a buying team or a transportation department – without anyone, at the start. New routes to market had to be created at both ends, from supplier to customer. infused — xvi — Back in 2004, few people in Britain were familiar with loose-leaf tea. My adventures were certainly not founded on the cold hard stare of common sense.
